The Speaker, 4 tomasPearson Brothers, 1910 |
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... sweet amount That's lost by sighing ! How many smiles ? -a score ? Then laugh , and count no more ; For day is dying ! Lie down , sad soul , and sleep , And no more measure The flight of Time , nor weep The loss of leisure ; But here ...
... sweet amount That's lost by sighing ! How many smiles ? -a score ? Then laugh , and count no more ; For day is dying ! Lie down , sad soul , and sleep , And no more measure The flight of Time , nor weep The loss of leisure ; But here ...
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... sweet , arise ; Arise , arise ! I Fear Thy Kisses , Gentle Maiden BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . I fear thy kisses , gentle maiden ; Thou needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burden thine . I fear thy mien , thy ...
... sweet , arise ; Arise , arise ! I Fear Thy Kisses , Gentle Maiden BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . I fear thy kisses , gentle maiden ; Thou needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burden thine . I fear thy mien , thy ...
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... sweet voice to me ; When , as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing , The waves lie still and gleaming , And the lull'd winds seem dreaming ; And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast ...
... sweet voice to me ; When , as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing , The waves lie still and gleaming , And the lull'd winds seem dreaming ; And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast ...
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... sweet as childhood's - who can tell ? Were I an artist and did wish to paint A devil to perfection , I'd not limn A horned monster , with a leprous skin , Red - hot from Pandemonium - not I. But with my delicatest tints , I'd paint A ...
... sweet as childhood's - who can tell ? Were I an artist and did wish to paint A devil to perfection , I'd not limn A horned monster , with a leprous skin , Red - hot from Pandemonium - not I. But with my delicatest tints , I'd paint A ...
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... yourself again . Gabriela . Who sewed that button on ? Evidently he did . Why did he do it ? Because you wore it- because it was a sweet reminder . Because he can't wear your photograph , he wears your button . My 86 The Speaker.
... yourself again . Gabriela . Who sewed that button on ? Evidently he did . Why did he do it ? Because you wore it- because it was a sweet reminder . Because he can't wear your photograph , he wears your button . My 86 The Speaker.
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A. C. SWINBURNE ain't arms asked Babylon Beatrice Bertha boss button called Carl Collier's Weekly Copyright cried dark dear dearie Dirkovitch door dream EDMUND VANCE COOKE eyes face father fear feet Gabriela give gone hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Honorable Richard hope Idella injunctions JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY keep kiss knew labor Lara laugh light lips live look Martin Martin Carr Molly Malone mother never night NIXON WATERMAN o'er Parliamentary system peace play political Presidential system rose Rudolf SAM WALTER FOSS sing sleep smile Smith song sorrow soul speak story sure sweet T. B. Aldrich tariff tears tell thee There's thing thou thought to-day told truth Twas voice watch weary wife WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN woman words young
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